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small, gentle thing?"

And that was the true meaning of my first lesson. I still have that
little flower somewhere, and although I can't put my hands on it
immediately, I think of it often and with great affection.

It was not long after that when my Master suggested that we journey to
a place he called Prolgu, since he wanted to consult with someone
there. I agreed to accompany him, of course, but to be quite honest
about it I didn't really want to be away from my studies for that long.
It was spring, however, and that's always a good season for traveling.
Prolgu is in the mountains, and if nothing else, the scenery was
spectacular.

It took us quite some time to reach the place--my Master never
hurried--and I saw creatures along the way that I had never imagined
existed. My Master identified them for me, and there was a peculiar
note of pain in his voice as he pointed out unicorns, Hrulgin,
Algroths, and even an Eldrak.

"What troubles thee, Master?" I asked him one evening as we sat by our
fire.

"Are the creatures we have encountered distasteful to thee?"

"They are a constant rebuke to me and my brothers, Belgarath," he
replied sadly.

"When the earth was all new, we dwelt with each other in a cave deep in
these mountains, laboring to bring forth the beasts of the fields, the
fowls of the air, and the fish of the sea. It seemeth me I have told
thee of that time, have I not?"

I nodded.

"Yes, Master," I replied.

"It was before there was such a thing as man."

"Yes," he said.

"Man was our last creation. At any rate, some of the creatures we
brought forth were unseemly, and we consulted and decided to unmake
them, but UL forbade it."

"UL?" The name startled me. I'd heard it quite often in the
encampment of the old people the winter before I went to serve my
Master.

"Thou hast heard of him, I see." There was no real point in my trying